One of the great things about Angelus Silesius — I mean besides his wit and his gift for saying true things in a way that makes them look false, so that one can discover them to be true again — is that he cuts to the chase. In poems of only two or four lines, one must cut to the chase. Fortunately since Silesius was a mystic who thought that the longing to be with God was the most important thing to suffer in this life, cutting to the chase also means cutting to the union with God.
It’s rather a good thing to note, if one has lived most of one’s life in Protestant circles, hearing about all those idolatrous Catholics who worship Mary and Peter and Christopher and Michael and all ye holy angels, and who never get around to worshiping God.
God alone can please.
Move off, you seraphim: there’s nothing you can do.
Move off, you angel hosts, with what men see in you.
You’re all unwanted now; I’ll cast myself to sea
Alone within the depths of pure divinity.
(Cherubinischer Wandersmann I.3)